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The Hunt Saga Continues May 19, 2009

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Well, my love for ridiculous paint colors has stood in the way of the perfect Brooklyn apartment. MNH and I met the landlady and she really just wanted to keep the walls white. I really did not. And that was the deal breaker. So, you can all uncross your fingers, because we didn’t get it. I am still on the hunt for an apartment.

Speaking of the hunt, I am also still looking for a full time job. I have an interview today – a 2nd one in fact -  so re-cross your fingers and wish me luck! I am supposed to plan on being there for 1.5 hours – I have no idea how to be uber-impressive for that long but, damn it, I’m going to try!

 

Not AGAIN??!??! April 17, 2009

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A few months ago I wrote about having gone to an interview and the person who I was scheduled to meet with wasn’t there. I found that incredibly rude and annoying. I took time out of my day, re-arranged my schedule, got nervous, dressed in a suit, and stomped out in the rain, only to meet with one of his staff members who wasn’t even involved in the project I was to work on.

Shocking, right? Why would someone not just cancel the meeting? Don’t people understand what it takes to put yourself out there for an interview. It’s an awful, awful experience, even when it goes well!

Well, it happened again. This time there were two significant differences: 1) it was an informational interview, not an actual interview, and 2) it was a beautiful sunny day.

Yesterday I went through all the above mentioned motions to prepare for my informational interview, which is sort of worse than a real interview because there is no agenda and you just hope the other person is interestig enough to carry ona conversatioon. Anyhoo, I found this great company that does basically what I do and want to do, and reached out to the owner. She replied immediately, very happy to meet with me. So, I show up at the office, and again, she’s not there!

I met with a member of her staff, definitely younger than me by 5 years and clearly less experienced than me. It was so awkward and awful. She tried to make it not a complete waste of my time, but it was and we both knew it. Finally, the woman I was supposed to meet with came flying in, all chaos and frantic energy, apologizing up a storm because something came up and no one told me. I understand that these things happen, that schedules change and clients call, I get it. I do.

But seriously, people, twice?! This has happened twice?! I thoroughly dislike the job hunt.

 

Unemployment Olympics part deux. April 2, 2009

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Remember the other day I posted about the Unemployment Olympics? Well, it turns out that the organizer is the brother of a fellow blogger whose blog I read every day — Joanna Goddard’s A Cup of Jo.

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Check this out - I SO wish I had thought of this!! See, I always said that recently laid off people have really good ideas….

 

Unemployment Olympics March 31, 2009

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This is brilliant. I wish I had thought of this, or knew in advance so I could participate.

I also wish I hadn’t had so many sangrias last night so I could go to this.

The Unemployment Olympics. I love it.

 

 

What borough, please? March 30, 2009

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Saturday evening I had an appointment to meet with a man to discuss a potential writing gig. He emailed plans, saying exactly this:

“Choice Cafe- Grand and Lafayette. 5pm”

I was going to a play with a friend later that night, so I was planning on looking nice anyway, but I also wore heels – which I was not going to do except that I had this meeting. Then I went to Grand and Lafayette, in SoHo, which for those of you who don’t know, is a very well known area in downtown Manhattan. I get there and look around… there is no Choice Cafe. He texts me to say he is almost there, so I wait on the corner thinking I would recognize him and we can locate the cafe together. So I wait and I wait, then finally he calls me. I tell him I am at Grand and Lafayette and there is no Choice Cafe. He was very confused by this, because apparently he was IN Choice Cafe. We go back and forth for a moment, and then he says, rather incredulously:

“Oh, no, oh gosh, where are you? Are you in the city? Or in Brooklyn?”

ME:  ”Yes, I am, at Grand and Lafayette.”

HIM: “Oh, but, we were supposed to meet in Brooklyn. Is there really a Grand and Lafayette in the city?”

Ummmm….seriously?  I have been living here for a pretty long time, and in all my years I have never once gone to the wrong place because someone didn’t specify the borough. There is a rule – I know because I asked my friend and her roommate later on — if it’s not Manhattan, you really should mention that. Especially when the address is a very well known one in Manhattan.

At first he wasn’t even all that apologetic, and even suggested that because I went to Pratt (which has a Brooklyn campus) I must know Choice Cafe and that it was in Brooklyn. I also think he must have assumed I live in Brooklyn. I don’t. I also didn’t go to the Brooklyn campus of Pratt, I went to the Manhattan campus. Finally, he did apologize and we said, awkwardly, that we would reschedule, but I think we both knew that our relationship, having never gotten past emails, was doomed.

So, instead, I called the friend I was seeing later that night, and walked my high-heeled self through Chinatown to her place. A longer walk than one would hope is 4 1/4 ” heels. But eventually we got jalapeno and lime infused margaritas which took the edge off.

Lesson here, people:  If it’s not Manhattan, SPECIFY.

 

Things To Do For Your Beloved Unemployed’s March 26, 2009

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You all know I am on the job hunt of course, and every now and then I will fill you in on what’s been going on in that area of my life.

Well, the answer is, not much.

I look for work every day. I currently have about 25 jobs sitting in my drafts folder that I need to apply to. These consist of very few really great jobs, mostly they are either part time or temp gigs, or FT jobs that I don’t want. But, it makes me feel better to apply to them, and I am actually open to the idea of working gigs for a while. In fact, I am doing that now to some extent, and I don’t mind it at all. 

I am exploring the idea of freelance writing more and more. I already have one gig (I love using that word) that keeps me in the arts, keeps my contacts fresh, and my voice heard. Plus I have used it for job applications that want writing samples, so it has been very useful and fun. But I still want to find a FT job, the right FT job.

I have to be honest and admit that I always feel a little better when I hear that other people have been laid off. I know that’s mean, and I don’t even exactly mean it, because I also feel really badly for the person, but it’s just that I don’t feel so alone when other people join my club. But then when those people go out and find new jobs after looking for only a few short weeks or a month, I feel crappy again. Really, really crappy. And happy for them, yeah yeah blah blah, congratulations…….

In the meantime, when I see things like this article in the NYTimes, I share it with all of you, because I know what it feels like to have lost your job, and this is a nice little list of things you can do for your beloved unemployed’s.

 

To Suit or Not To Suit? February 27, 2009

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This is kind of random, but for years and years I have been working with the same “interview” rules I learned in college when my career counselor told me how to give a good interview.

1. Wear a suit

2. Wear stockings

3. Do not wear open toe shoes or sandals

4. Tie your hair back

5. No eye catching jewlery

6. Be 15 minutes early

7. Always have copies of your resume with you

I followed these rules almost religiously every time I went on an interview. But later, as I became the one conducting interviews, I noticed that younger people are not always going to be in a suit, they often do not have resumes with them – because, they explain, I emailed it to you – their hair is down, or messy, and the whole stockings/closed toe shoes thing seemed irrelevant. So, did these people never go see their career counselor, and that is why they don’t bother with these details? Or do the rules change depending on the industry? For instance, I am in the arts and interviewed people who have worked in galleries or art fairs, or are artists themselves. Or is it that, ten years later, the rules have changed, as has the working atmosphere? That is to say, jeans are more commonplace now, the codes are relaxed or relaxing. To be honest, I never minded if they didn’t wear a suit, especially young people who may not have one, as long as they were in business casual or clearly put thought into looking presentable. I do mind very much when people don’t bring their resumes with them. It makes me crazy. Shoes and stockings, not so much, unless they are utterly ridiculous stockings, like my friends’ leopard print ones. Then, it might matter, but it would depend on the person. According to this post on Advice Smackdown by Amalah, the old rules are still in place.

As you know, I am on the job hunt. Now, I am not completely stuck on these rules. If I interview in the summer I don’t wear stockings, I think they are outdated and I hate them. I also will absolutely wear open toed shoes, wedges, whatever. And my hair, when it was long, was down most of the time. But these changes were gradual, because I really believed my career counselor. But last week I was working at a gallery show and so each day I dressed appropriately for that role. I also had an interview one morning before work, so for my first interview with this company, and for the very first time in my life, I didn’t wear a suit. And I stressed over this decision, especially because the interview was down on Wall Street, the home of dark suits and boring pumps, thought it was for an arts organization.

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I wore a dress, tights and closed toe shoes, but they were cute grey anklepgnwendleblck2fbpe2 boots kind of like this picture, not pumps, and the dress was not a business-ey kind of dress (it was the one to the left but in dark grey). And my hair was tied back, but that’sbecause I chopped it all off in October and have been wearing it in a headband ever since (free advice – don’t ever cut your hair because you’re bored). And guess what. I got a second interview (to which I wore a suit, with OPEN TOE shoes, so there).

So, what’s the deal? Suit or no suit? Have the rules changed? Can I now wear any one of my cute dresses to an interview?

 

Sweet gig. February 18, 2009

The hunt continues, this week with me working at a photography exhibit. The exhibit is organized and curated by model Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld, son of Carine Roitfeld, Editor-in-Chief of French Vogue. It’s pretty fancy stuff, to say the least, and all I had to do was meet with him a few times, sell what I could last night and manage the show the rest of the week. Not bad for a little consulting gig. How it happened, I haven’t the slightest idea.

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Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld, Image from Mango campaign

 

 

The exhibit is a group show of three artists, Salim Langatta, P.C. Valmorbida, and David Mushegain, all friends of Vladimir’s. They had all done a show together abroad, so it was an easy decision to do one in New York during fashion week. To read an interview with Vladimir, check out Style.com where he talks about the exhibit and growing up as fashion royalty.

Last night was the opening, drawing the likes of an Olsen, both Hilton’s, Gisele, Mila Jovovich, Stavros Niarchos, Lily Anderson (Vladimir’s girlfriend), and plenty of other models, socialites, and general beauties. Walking around the gallery was like being at the UN — there were so many different languages being spoken at once — it was truly an international crowd. After a while when people had a few drinks in them the vibe got to be more about the party and less about the art work. People were sitting on the floors and the stairs drinking, smoking, getting their pictures taken. And there were definitely some interesting things going on upstairs too, which was supposed to be off-limits, but I’m not sure that term really applies to this crowd. For a gallery of images of guests, you can click here.

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Lily Donaldson

 

 

 

The show is up for the rest of the week, at Collective Hardware on the Bowery between Delancey and Broome.  Stop by for a look at the work, which is all limited edition and available only this week.

 

Upbeat people would say this shows there is hope…. February 12, 2009

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Last week I went on a job interview. It was, on paper, right up my alley (that phrase makes me uncomfortable, but there it is). A non-profit arts organization looking for someone to handle events, some marketing, and a little bit of fundraising. Sounds good, right? Well, I really can’t put my finger on it, but it just wasn’t quite right. Of course, I struggled with my guilt (I am unemployed – this is a recession – am I really going to turn down a job offer?!?!), but ultimately, my pie in the sky dreams of the perfect job won out. Before the final verdict I did propose a project-based relationship, because that would suit me just fine, but they didn’t bite. Now, a more upbeat person would take this as a sign that at least there are jobs out there, at least people are still hiring, but really, this does nothing for me.

So, I turned down a job in a recession, in my field. I admit it. Will someone please tell me that the guilt will go away, that I made the right choice, and that I shouldn’t have taken the job just to have a job?

Someone?

Please?

 

First item makes the list. February 6, 2009

Yesterday afternoon I left my apartment several hours before my dinner date with a friend, thinking I would just pick a neighborhood and wander around for a bit. So, I headed to SoHo because I hadn’t been down there in a long time, and there is really great people watching and window shopping to be done. However, I forgot just how cold it was outside, and so of course window shopping turned into real shopping, and I tried really hard to be good but I ended up buying a pair of jeans – and I hardly ever even wear anything but dresses – and a dress (couldn’t help it, it’s BRIGHT FUSCHIA). But I don’t feel too badly, because I got it at Old Navy and it was totally cheap. Isn’t it cute and summery?

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The day was lovely but I felt guilty about spending money, so I walked away from SoHo determined to find something cheaper than shopping to distract me for the next two hours. As I neared the Bowery I 

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remembered that the New Museum was nearby and that I am a member (my Aunt bought me and MNH memberships 2 Christmases ago), which means — Free Entry! Going to the New Museum is always a bitof a shot in the dark, you just never know what you are going to get. I have yet to go and feel that an exhibit is consistently strong. And that was the case again this time.

Only three floors were open, one for a large installation, Exodus 2048,  that was pretty interesting. It is part of the exhibit Museum as Hub: Be(com)ing Dutch at a Distance.   The exhibit is one small part of a larger project, which focuses on the themes of an “Imagined Past, Imagined Present, and Imagined Future”. Michael Blum’s installation transforms the space, representing an 

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Imagined Future where the museum itself serves as a fictional camp for Israeli refugees. 

After spending some time looking through the various openings in the sheets to see the mayhem displayed, I ventured to the other floors. Most of the rest of the gallery space was given up to different films. Generally, I am not one for video art, but this wasn’t so bad. One was a soundtrack of the rainforest, with a steady projected image. I sat there sort of meditating looking at flora and fauna while the sounds of the forest lulled me into being calm. It surprised me how long I  sat there on the uncomfortable bench, looking at a non-changing image. Then I found a room that was really dark and warm, with these huge, amazing floor cushions. Having been on my feet for several hours I was ready to sit and chill, and these cushions were too good to ignore, so I settled in for a bit. Turned out the video was a little like a porn – there wasn’t actual sex, I mean, this is an art film, but if it weren’t for those cushions, I probably wouldn’t have stayed very long. However, I was so comfy, I watched it twice… Not a bad way to waste some time! 

Anyhoo, I think I have the first item for my Top 10 Ways to Waste Time list. Go to the New Museum, see some art, and then curl up on the cushions! It fuels mind and body at the same time, and few things can do that…

I’ll continue to follow up on this list as I discover things to do while not working.